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ON A BUST OF GENERAL GRANT.
STRONG, simple, silent are the [stead- | A face all prose where Time's [benigfast] laws nant] haze
That sway this universe, of none with- Softens no raw edge yet, nor makes stood. all fair
Unconscious of man's outcries or ap- With the beguiling light of vanished plause,
Or what man deems his evil or his This is relentless granite, bleak and
And when the Fates ally them with a Roughhewn, and scornful of æsthetic
That wallows in the sea-trough and Nothing is here for fancy, naught for seems lost, dreams,
Drifting in danger of the reefs and The Present's hard uncompromising sands
Of shallow counsels, this way, that Accents all vulgar outlines, flaws, and way, tost, Strength, silence, simpleness, of these Yet vindicates some pristine natural three strands
They twist the cable shall the world O'ertopping that hereditary grace Which marks the gain or loss of some time-fondled race.
To where its anchors clutch the bedrock of the Past.
Strong, simple, silent, therefore such was he
So Marius looked, methinks, and
Not in the purple born, to those they led
Who helped us in our need; the eter-
That who can saddle Opportunity
May minish him in eyes that closely The exhaustless life of manhood's seeds to show,
Was verified in him: what need we
Let but the ploughshare of portentous times
Nearer for that and costlier to the
Of one who made success where others Strike deep enough to reach them where they lie :
Who, with no light save that of com- Despair and danger are their fostering climes,
Struck hard, and still struck on till And their best sun bursts from a Fortune quailed, stormy sky: But that (so sift the Norns) a desper- He was our man of men, nor would abate
Ne'er fell at last to one who was not The utmost due manhood could claim of fate.
Yet did this man, war-tempered, stern as steel
Where steel opposed, prove soft in civil sway;
Finds type primeval, theirs in whose
The hand hilt-hardened had lost tact
Such blood as quelled the dragon in
The world's base coin, and glozing
Of him and of the entrusted Commonweal;
He came grim-silent, saw and did the deed
So Truth insists and will not be denied.
That was to do; in his master grip
Our sword flashed joy; no skill of We turn our eyes away, and so will
words could breed
Nothing ideal, a plain-people's man At the first glance, a more deliberate ken
Such sure conviction as that close- As if in his last battle he had died
Victor for us and spotless of all blame, He slew our dragon, nor, so seemed it, Doer of hopeless tasks which praters
He had done more than any simplest One of those still plain men that do the world's rough work.
man might do.
"It is a high inspiration to be the | Slave is no word of deathless lineage neighbor of great events."— Milton.
"NATURE is always kind enough to give even her clouds a humorous lin- Too ing." Thoreau.
many noble souls have thought and died,
many mighty poets lived and sung, And our good Saxon, from lips purified TRUTH only needs to be for once spoke With martyr-fire, throughout the world hath rung
And there's such music in her, such Too long to have God's holy cause strange rhythm,
As makes men's memories her joyous
And clings around the soul, as the sky SOLDIER and statesman, rarest unison ; clings High-poised example of great duties done
Round the mute earth, forever beautiful,
Simply as breathing, a world's honors
And, if o'erclouded, only to burst forth
Dumb for himself, unless it were to
A star new-born, that drops into its
But for his barefoot soldiers eloquent, And which, once circling in its placid Tramping the snow to coral where
Not all the tumult of the earth can
Great souls are portions of Eternity; Each drop of blood that e'er through true heart ran
Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content;
Modest, yet firm as Nature's self; unblamed
GREAT Truths are portions of the soul Save by the men his nobler temper of man ;
Never seduced through show of present good
By other than unsetting lights to steer With lofty message, ran for thee and New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast mood
For God's law, since the starry song More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear;
Hath been, and still forevermore must Rigid, but with himself first, grasping still
That every deed which shall outlast In swerveless poise the wave-beat helm of will;
Must spur the soul to be erect and Not honored then or now because he
The popular voice, but that he still We stride the river daily at its spring, withstood; Nor, in our childish thoughtlessness, foresee,
What myriad vassal streams shall tribute bring,
How like an equal it shall greet the
Broad-minded, higher-souled, there is but one
Who was all this and ours, and all men's, WASHINGTON.
- Under the Old Elm.
"THREE roots bear up Dominion: O small beginnings, ye are great and Knowledge, Will,
These twain are strong, but stronger
yet the third, Obedience, 't is the great tap-root Ye build the future fair, ye conquer that still,
Ye earn the crown, and wear it not
Knit round the rock of Duty, is not stirred
Though Heaven-loosed tempests spend their utmost skill.
The Washers of the Shroud.
Based on a faithful heart and weariless brain!
WHO is it will not dare himself to HE stood upon the world's broad trust? threshold; wide
Who is it hath not strength to stand The din of battle and of slaughter alone?
See one straightforward conscience put in pawn
To win a world; see the obedient
By bravery's simple gravitation drawn !
To W. L. Garrison.
Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward He saw God stand upon the weaker side That sank in seeming before its
He and his works, like sand, from earth are blown.
foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold
Men of a thousand shifts and wiles, Unto the cunning enemy their swords, look here! He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold,
And, underneath their soft and flowery words,
Heard the cold serpent hiss; therefore he went
And humbly joined him to the weaker part,
Shall we not heed the lesson taught of Fanatic named, and fool, yet well con
And by the Present's lips repeated So he could be the nearer to God's
In our own single manhood to be And feel its solemn pulses sending
Fortressed in conscience and im- Through all the wide-spread veins of pregnable will ? endless good.
NEW occasions teach new duties; Time | Let it stand out of doors till a soul it makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth;
From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves,
And the gravest sweet humor, that ever were there
Since Cervantes met death in his gentle despair;
Nay, don't be embarrassed, nor look so beseeching,
I sha'n't run directly against my own preaching,
And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving
A name either English or Yankee, just Irving.
A Fable for Critics.
With the whole of that partnership's
stock and good-will,
"IN the loom of time, though the woof be divinely foreordained, yet man supplies the weft, and the figures of the endless web are shaped and colored by our own wisdom or folly.” The Rebellion.
"WE write no more fairy tales, because the facts of our every-day lives are more full of marvel than they." The Progress of the World.
Raphaels and Dantes,
Go to setting you up beside matchless
And, having just laughed at their feeling and susceptibility to generous emotions are accidents of temperament, goodness is an achievement of the will and a quality of the life.”
But allow me to speak what I honestly Rousseau and the Sentimentalists.
"EVERY man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action; and that while tenderness of
feel, To a true poet-heart add the fun of
"THE only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself Throw in all of Addison, minus the for a principle.” Rousseau and the Sentimentalists.
"IT is manifest that universal peace
Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, is the best of those things which are ordained for our beatitude. Hence it
as a spell,
mer it well,
The fine old English Gentleman, sim- is that not riches, not pleasures, not honors, not length of life, not health, Sweeten just to your own private lik- not strength, not comeliness, was sung ing, then strain, to the shepherds from on high, but That only the finest and clearest re- peace.". - Dante.